Instagram Weekly, v. 22

Well, hello there! I'm back (for a few days) until my surgery on Thursday. 

I promise this MIA bullshit will end soon.

If you don't already, follow me on Instagram, okay? alissaerin.

Linking up!




So, I tried this...annnd I'm not really a fan. Maybe because it was warm? Or maybe because I had regular water, so I thought this tasted a little off?

Either way, I won't be buying it again.

I'm sorry, Chris Laurita. I hope we can still be lovers.


Sausage and peppers recipe:

Cut sausage links (giggle) in half. I used sweet sausage. Put into a pan (sprayed it first) on med-high heat.

Cut up onions and peppers, put in different pan (sprayed first) on medium heat, and cover.

Once sausage is cooked, and the peppers and onions are cooked down, combine them and cover for 5-10 minutes.

Simple, kids. So simple.







Awww, special jelly beans. 

That really just looked like regular jelly beans.

Still, a fun name, don't you agree?





It's official - the nugget does not like ice cream. I'm not sure if I'm related to him anymore. How could this be?  

I'm sure he'll grow to love it. 

But for now, he'll just rock shirts and show the world how much he loves Sharkie.






 Friday evening started with this. I was headed to the World Series of Bocce in Rome, NY and I needed to know the most IMPORTANT detail.

Was there Bud Light Lime on draft??







 Friday evening proceeded with this. Lots of games, lots of beers, lots of awkward run-ins, and sometimes, a cold shoulder or two.







I managed 10 beers in 5ish hours. I later found out that 14 kegs were kicked Friday night.

I'm so glad I was able to help.
















Saturday morning started off with a little of this. If you've never watched this, check it out here.

This was, hands down, the theme song for the weekend.

Remember when I graduated from college with Jimmy Fallon? I'm not even kidding.











Rat fuck! I'll have to post the rules for this game, because it's my favorite drinking game to play. Plus, it only takes 2 people to play, so Sam and I can be anti-social, and play in the corner.

Which is exactly what we did.

The rest of Saturday is blurry. A lot blurry. And I'm not going to apologize for it.






I finished the weekend by hanging out with Mr. Alden and his beer belly.

I cannot believe it, but he's 9 months old.

And adorable.

And can stop growing any day.